Every three months or so
I come upon a boulder
As I walk through the stream
Up to my hips
There it is in front of me
SO this means
I have to look at it
But I hate it
I yell at it
I have expectations from it
It is unavoidable
It manipulates
It is predictable
Acts like a Saint but false in it’s assumptions
of salvation for good deeds done
An asshole is its focus, time to gather around the asshole.
I can be a Samurai
Taking the path of least resistance
Like the cool clean water
Move around it
And continue on.
I can scream at it
I can say look at me boulder
Make time for me
Care about me
But silly me, it is only a boulder
And I cannot change a boulder
I cannot make caring happen
If it is not there in the first place
Selfish fucking asshole boulder
Always has an agenda
I am always the last one on the totem pole
I am a thing
When convenient.
There is always the option of
Dynamite, bombs, or nuclear explosions
Ask NOARD to send a kamikaze drone
Target practice focuses and annihilates this Boulder.
Wait,
I see something,
Way way up high
Way up so very very high
I see Praying Mantis looking down at me.
Saying to me,
“Rise above ya just got to rise above!!”
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